Текст песни Hometown - Point of Grace
Oh,
you
can
see
it
when
you
close
your
eyes
A
Norman
Rockwell
painting
come
to
life
With
all
the
colors
of
a
stained-glass
window
All
the
characters
and
old
dogs
and
kin
folk
And
it
smells
like
barbecue
and
old
garden
roses
Yells
like
cheerleaders
and
football
coaches
And
it
walks
like
a
mayor
and
it
dances
like
a
prom
And
it
sleeps
like
a
porch
and
it
cooks
like
your
mama
Hometown,
hometown
May
be
the
sweetest
word
With
the
sweetest
sound
Hometown
And
it's
growing
like
tomatoes
on
the
vine
Fading
like
a
Dr.
Pepper
sign
Still
preaching
like
a
Pentecostal
and
fishing
like
a
backslider
And
pulling
little
sisters
in
bright
red
radio
flyers
And
it
marches
in
the
veteran's
day
parade
And
it
proudly
lets
old
glory
wave
It's
rodeos
and
county
fairs
All
Farris
wheels
and
canned
up
pears
It'll
let
you
go
just
to
welcome
you
back
No,
it
don't
get
no
better
than
that
Hometown,
hometown
May
be
the
sweetest
word
With
the
sweetest
sound
Hometown,
hometown
May
be
the
sweetest
word
With
the
sweetest
sound
Our
hometown,
yeah,
your
hometown
Hey,
our
hometown,
your
hometown
Oh,
you
can
see
it
when
you
close
your
eyes
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